The air in the marshes was thick enough to chew. Detective Grimoire adjusted his collar, the humidity already wilting his sharp detective's instincts. He had been called to a remote tourist attraction deep in the wetlands to investigate the impossible: the murder of , the attraction's owner.
In his notebook, Grimoire began connecting stray thoughts. He realized the "beast" was likely a person in a costume, but the motive ran deeper—tied to a secret hunting society Remington belonged to. The air in the marshes was thick enough to chew
A discarded lockpick, a mysterious photo of "Boggy," and a costume design hidden in a cafe trash can. the attraction's owner. In his notebook
Seven people were on-site the night of the murder, each with a reason to want Remington out of the picture. a mysterious photo of "Boggy